|A pink bottle, really? Someone please explain to my mother that I has PENIS!|
Well, yesterday was the day. Zachary had two viles drawn for his bloodwork and took it like a champ. What I mean is, he cried, I gagged as they drew the blood and stuck my face into Tom's back and clung to his shirt. I was so the epitome of mature. Trust me I was. Don't let the fact that the doctor said I should probably step out, fool you. I'm a big girl! Now someone give me my lollipop for doing so well!
Back to the land of big people things, Zachary is being tested for a genetic disorder. Namely Prader Willi Syndrome.
http://fpwr.org/about-prader-willi-syndrome for more info.
We will be getting those results in about 2 weeks. He also had a full Chromosomal check. Those results will be in, in about 4 weeks. So it's another waiting game. I won't lie, it's scary, potentially devastating, however, it's just another hurdle we will learn to clear. I'm a firm believer that it is easier to deal and heal when you know what's going on. I am an anxious mess, and at least, once we know, we'll know, no more guessing games. Unless everything comes back completely normal, I will be baffled, and we'll most likely move back to all things Neurological and Palsy related. Let the good times roll!
Tomorrow- Yay! Tomorrow is moving day, and nothing is packed. You cannot understand the joy I have, knowing, I have procrastinated to the point of having 24 hours to pack. Which is technically 9 hours since I have to be at work at 9 p.m. Kill me now with expresso shots!
Anyone want to help, feel free to pull a dumpster right up to my front door.